Chapter I: It all began with a phone call...

(4 may, 2012, Cairo Egypt)

"Come on ,Arsinoe! Don't think you get to sleep all day just because you're a cat!" (Note: Arsinoe is the sister of queen Cleopatra, but in this story she is Cleo's cat. ) a young woman about twenty years old was carrying a large box, yelling with all her might at a black cat. She placed the box down in museum room dedicated to Ancient Egypt.

"Please, Arsinoe! Help me!"

"MEOW!"

"Yeah...like you are going to be of any help. Atleast get out of the way. Dad just brought back these artefacts from tomb KV51 and I have to help him set up the exposition until Tuesday." She turned her back to the feline companion and started unpacking the new artefacts, placing them accordingly, by age and size.

"Cleo! Cleo! Cleo!" a desperate voice echoed through the museum halls

"Coming, dad! You'd better not make a mess until I get back, Arsinoe!" Cleo started running full speed towards her father's office.

"Ah...so you're here, her dad said upon her arrival, look...I'm not going to bother you much. I just wanted you to have this." he placed a small wooden box in Cleo's hands.

"I found it this morning in the tomb.I thought you might like it, besides your mom had one." Cleo smilled up at her father,then, slowly turned her attention towards the small box. She carefully opened it, as not to damage the thing inside, and there it was. A small golden Ankh looking up at her, the Egyptian symbol of life. She picked it up and slowly tied it around her neck, tracing her fingers along the delicate lines of tha small treasure, now belonging to her. But then a strange thought crossed her mind.

"Dad, did you find it in tomb KV51?"

"Yeah...Akhenaton's tomb. Why?"
"I...um...heard a story once that if you break an Ankh you are going to die whithin 24 hours..."

"Well...then you'd better take good care of it."

"Yeah...very funny dad." Just then the phone started ringing.

"Damn...I can't reach it now. Cleo, could you ,please, get it for me?"

"Yeah...Hello, National History Museum, Mr. Williams' Office. How can I help you?"

"I would like to talk with Mr. Williams. It is quite urgent."

"Could you give me your name, please?"

"Phill Coulson. I've known Mr. Williams for a while. He knows me."

"OK. Thank you. Just a moment." She gave the phone to her father leaving him to his conversation and making her way back to the Egyptian exposition, all the while playing nervously with her new necklace.

She went back to unpacking and arranging so by the time her dad finished his conversation, the exposition was complete. Just then her father walked into the room, with an excited look on his face.

"Pack your bags. We are leaving for New York tomorrow!"

"What? Why?" she stared wide eyed at him, not believing her ears.

"It's hard to explain... let's just say that..."

"Dad! I'm not a child anymore! Tell me the truth! Why are we leaving? Does it have something to do with that phone call, she yelled at him, hurt and anger written all over her face, ever since mom died you have locked me in a cage! I deserve to know!"

"Fine... you are right. You deserve to know. The man that called me earlier was Agent Phill Coulson. We've known each other since high school and we've been friends ever since. He's working for a secret organisation called S.I.E.L.D. They protect us from dangerous creatures that we are not able to fight on our own. Recentlly the Cosmic Cube, also known as the Tesseract, has been stolen by Loki, an Asgardian God..."

" A GOD?"

"Yes, Cleo, a god. Please, let me finish. They are now assembling a team of superheroes to try and bring back the cube. I know you are afraid and confussed, but you are a strong, just like your mother."

" Thank you, dad, for believing in me, but I still have one more question. Why are we going?"

"They need a historian to help them with the cube and I don't have the heart to leave you here on your own, so you're coming with me. I know it's all hard to digest and I also know you've never left Egypt and you've never had many friends because I wanted you to be home schooled, but this time it's not only about you, me and a mummy. It's about humanity and I need you to be strong. OK?"

"I'll try, dad."

"That's what I wanted to hear. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he left, leaving Cleo all to herself. She slowly gathered her belongings and closed the exposition making her way to her room. Once inside, all alone in that emptiness with only Arsinoe to keep her company, she broke into tears. This was too much pressure to put on anyone and she felt like she was going over the edge. All that she knew was now proven to be wrong. A GOD? She couldn't believe it. She was an atheist, but even still...she doubted that Gods would ever associate with humans. Gods are immortal. Humans aren't.

" Oh, Arsinoe! How could this be?" and like that she slowly fell asleep on the cold floor, one hand wrapped around Arsinoe, the other holding onto the Ankh for dear life, and her tears slowly drying. And in the numbness of that cold insanity she felt a tingle of warmth warming her hand.


A beautiful young woman was staring with curious eyes at a statue of a goddess with dark hair and an elegant hair accesory, which looked like a sun being held by two thin horns.

"Olympus, who is this woman?" her soft voice filled with curiosity asked the philosoph

"This, my queen, is the goddess of love, Hathor."

The woman turned around facing the man. Her long black hair was falling freely around her shoulders,reaching her lower back; it was adorned with golden jewelry and a golden crown simillar to that of Hatthor, her eyes, the image of the Nile, were slowly,but intently boring into those of the man. She was dresses in a flowing, loose, green dress; her figure visible through the material, long, thin legs, a tiny waist, perfectly round breasts and small shoulders. She was trully a sight to the sore eye.

"Give me the tools for the ritual and then leave."

"Yes, my queen." her small, delicate hands took the lotus flowers and with her magnificent voice she started calling on the goddess. Just as the ceremony was complete, the woman turned around, the statue long gone, to find the goddess staring at her.


The next day, Cleo woke up on the floor, but strangelly enough, she was not cold. She shook her head,grabbed her bags, Arsinoe, and left the only place she ever knew in her life.